Ashes of Home
I was rolling back home from the land of nowhere
Shredding soul into blood, scraping through to high pitch,
Thoughtful days, painful nights going past to elsewhere,
Hoping home was not far at the range of my reach.
Минский институт иностранных языков (МГПИИЯ)
I was rolling back home from the land of nowhere
Shredding soul into blood, scraping through to high pitch,
Thoughtful days, painful nights going past to elsewhere,
Hoping home was not far at the range of my reach.